Absolute Balance

So, make of this what you will So many little shots in the dark The same record, the same shoes And a smile that almost broke yr heart Yeh, I'm all for local history The three things I remember Her pasta was shit, she left with a CD still playing And you, you always threw yr arms around me in yr sleep! Break hard! Every breath that showed Every step I missed I'm bound to make it brighter I remember that night clearer now I turned up, why the hell are we drinkin' up? Holding hands and losing touch I said it, I said it, I said it Now I'm walking away!